by J.R. Bowles
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“Jamal, where are we going?” Mindy asked, knowing that since Jamal would be the next center, she shouldn't try to lead him, but should allow him to pick and choose the way. He would be in the right place at the right time. He didn't even realize it, but even if he did, it still wouldn't matter. No matter where he went it would happen.
“I thought we would just walk around, maybe go over to the Village. I'd like to show you the sights, baby.” Jamal took Mindy's hand. He felt good. He hadn't felt this content in years, since his last girlfriend had died of an overdose.
They spent the day wandering around the Village, down past the World Trade Center and ended up in Battery Park. Jamal insisted they go over to the Statue of Liberty. Of course Mindy had paid for everything: Their dinner in a small quaint café in the Village, and then their ferry ride to the statue.
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Michael had continued to follow them throughout the day, so intent on his task he never noticed he was being followed, in turn, not by one person but two. He stayed as close to the couple as possible without them becoming suspicious.
